“For you it will be $7 and, well, there’s no charge for children under one,” said the gate attendant at the town pool my sister belongs to. “Well, the young tike is almost there, but not quite,” I replied, almost reflexively grasping for the bargain, though my son is almost 13 months. I then spent the better part of what would have been a relaxing afternoon looking across the pool at the office to see if my crime had been detected, to see if the lifeguards were on my trail. It was terrible. Read the rest of this column at Information Week …
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